Viola was caught by hands in the blink of an eye. She was struggling in horror, almost broke the decorations in corridor several times, but they were caught by the man.
“Shh, it's me.” As if to placate her, he finally said in a low voice.
Hearing that familiar voice, Viola stared at him with surprise.
As she was to speak, Steven put his index finger to his lips and pointed to the garage, indicating that someone was still there. The sound of his footsteps became clearer and clearer.
“Come on, go up.” Steven took her by the hand and led her upstairs.
Viola had no choice but to wonder why Steven was in her garage.
The room was silent, the pure white furniture was deathly pale in the dim light.
“Hey, what do we do now?” Her voice was trembling. Over years, it was her first time to encounter such a thing, she was sure scared.
“What? Are you afraid?” With a wry smile in his eyes, Steven was as relaxed as playing a game.
Viola lifted the corners of her mouth, took a deep breath and said, “No, but it happened suddenly and I was a bit nervous.”
Steven raised his eyebrow, but did not expose her. She got sweat on her palms and still denied that she was afraid.
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